Can you do a scenario of how uta and his S/O met? And how that progressed to dating? Like who asked who and how and stuff? Thank you!!! c:
This…gotlong…and it’s kind of all over the place…also I think it might have deviated from what you originallywanted, but here you go
UTA and his partnerhad met under rather unusual circumstances. It had been an unusually chilly morning, heremembers that because the weather had contrasted with the fury of a particularperson. Uta had just been a bystander, watching them angrily shout at someonestronger, gesturing angrily, and finally killing the person when they though noone had been watching. Uta wanted to see them squirm, approached them, andcomplimented them on their technique. Instead of squirming and begging him notto tell like he suspected they would, they merely turned towards him, smiledwidely, and told him that they’ve done cleaner work. Perhaps, he thinks, thatis when it began. He found himself fascinated with this person who seemed to betotally unbothered by things that should consume them with guilt, with fear.
He visits Itori and learns things about them over time. Theyare the leader of an underground organization originating in another country.That would explain their disposition to dispose of what is no longer necessaryand how unfazed they had been at his sudden appearance. They are heavilyinvested in the black market; if one needed a job done, someone in theirorganization could be sent to do it, for the right price. It is here that Itoriwinks and tells Uta that that includes sex. The leader themselves would bewilling too. Uta just chuckles and tells Itori that the situation isn’t likethat. After some more teasing, Itori relays that the person he’s taken aninterest in masquerades as an information specialist as their day job, but thatshe also couldn’t find out who they worked for.
“They’re kind of like you, you know.” Itori says, with thatdangerous look in her eye that indicates she knows more than she’s letting on. “Eitherway, it’s unusual for you to take an interest in someone, so I decided I’d helpout!”
Uta doesn’t have time to contemplate her cheery words,because the person of interest walks into Itori’s bar, accompanied by a womanwho didn’t look like much, but exuded an air that reeked with the blood ofthose she had undoubtedly killed. That woman is likely their bodyguard. “So, wemeet again, Itori.” This time their voice is different than the bright voicethey had after they murdered a man in broad daylight. Their voice is lower,more serious, with a liquid edge that warned others to tread carefully.
His friend ushers them to sit (next to him no less) andbegins chatting with them like old friends. He wonders, for a moment, if Itorimanaged to get all of her intelligence from the source. And when Itori skittersoff to take care of a customer, they turn to him and speak, still using thatsoftly barbed voice. “Itori tells me you make masks for a living and that youhave quite the talent for it.” Is this what Itori meant by her help? Instead,Uta takes it in stride and they converse pleasantly, and he finds himselfknowing no more about them than he did before. “Tell me where your studio is. Iwill visit.” And after Uta tells them, they leave, but not before he hearstheir bodyguard tells them to be careful of him. He doesn’t catch what they sayin response, but Itori later informs him that they said something along thelines of “if it isn’t dangerous, it isn’t fun.” How…intriguing.
Sure enough, they come and visit him, without a bodyguardthis time. With a wry smile, they tell him it had been troublesome getting ridof their bodyguard. Mundane conversation passes, and after a brief silence theytell him their name. “It suits you,” he says, and he means it. There are adozen other names that suit them, but the one they tell him seems to fit mostperfectly.
The two of them meet up like this, sometimes by chance, andothers by intention. Itori teases him one night saying he’s in love with them,but expresses surprise when Uta doesn’t deny it. “I’m just fond of them isall.” Itori retorts that they seem to like Uta as well, insinuating that ‘like’may be the operative word.
“Let’s date.” They say, on an unusually cold evening, underthe stars obscured by the city lights. Their voice is warm, somehow, butsteady, as if they have already decided on his answer. He merely chuckles andbrings them close, muttering an amused, “Why not?” A falling star shootsthrough the sky, and they make a wish in a language he can’t understand. Later,he would find out that they wished for their own happiness, a selfish wish, onethat surprised him when he found out, but now makes perfect sense.
“Let’s go steady.” They say, on a cloudy, dark afternoon,beneath a humid sky that promised rain. This time their voice is cold, distant,melancholic, but he can hear their kindness and their affection in thereverberations on the air. “Aren’t we already?” he responds with a question yetagain. Later he learns their coldness on that day stemmed from a loss theyconcealed so completely that he didn’t even suspect anything had been amiss.Perhaps they are better with masks than he, for how can one cover up the lossof a childhood friend so completely? It had been that rainy afternoon where helearned the most about them, how they grew up, how that one friend—now gone—hadalways been there, how they came to be the leader of their organization, of howthey came to be the person of ash and steel and bone in front of him. Andsomething stirred in his heart, something like sympathy, and as he patted theirhead to comfort them he realizes that he’s inlove.
“I will never leave you.” And perhaps for once in his life,Uta is being sincere.
